Oklahoma State Of Mind

Six pack

Stereo

20 minutes to the show

Wet roads

Heavy loads

Runnin' lotsa Friday nights

The boys are in the back

With a bottle and a steel guitar

Hollywood sunset

Haven't seen the worst yet

Singin' songs at the top of our lungs

Smackin' everybody's hands

As they're slidin' through the alley

And we drive into the local bar

Well, rain or shine

Yeah, man

We're in an Oklahoma state of mind

Pop stars

Porn stars

Sixty thousand dollar cars

Hollywood women with the venom still in 'em

They got my TV rights

Your dirty cosmo politician and wine

We got NASCARs

Strip bars

American made cars

Country rockin' women now to get up and get 'em

We got Budweiser beer

Jim Beam

Jack, tequila and lime

Well, everybody's got their own definition of just their kind

Oh me

I'm in an Oklahoma state of mind

Well, don't be scared of the rhythm

You can dance to this just fine

Yeah, put yourself in an Oklahoma state of mind

Yeah

When the Hollywood nights come then here I'll stay

And there's a big attitude in Dallas way

Well, I say okay L.A. let's show 'em me!

Ow!

Now don't be scared of the fiddle

You can dance to this just fine

Get yourself in an Oklahoma state of mind

Cut off t-shirts and leather mini skirts

With the big armed boys and red red girls

Cowboy hats and Tony Lama's

In crimson and white

She got it if you don't write

You're jeans aren't too tight

And it ain't my fault she caught

You out here tonight

Trustin' me to force em in

And getting' me to get it all night

Well if you nip off again

You might get knocked on your behind

Sweat boy

Yeah, man

I'm in an Oklahoma state of mind

Well they're stringin' beers

And we'll dance on into the night

Yeah

Put yourself in an Oklaho- ha-ha ooh